Killer Dreams.

Where Ghosts Hide:

I remember not getting what I wanted when I was little.
I remember being alone, every single second of the day, being taken care of by people who weren’t my parents.
Nannies and servants, but no real parents.
I can still see the little children playing in the park, with their brothers and sisters.
Oh, how I yearned for a brother.
I could only hope.
My life wasn’t as pleasant as everyone else’s.
I still feel the green grass, when I used to lay in the yard, so soft and colorful, full of life.
I wondered how it felt to like that.
I’d stare up at the sky, making the unreal, realistic.
Dreaming of a brother, one who would play with me, and I could give him the love no one ever gave me.
But that was only a dream.

My Heart Bursts Into Fire:

It’s pathetic how I always fell at your feet.
One stare and I was right there.
One touch and I was shaking.
One kiss, and I felt like I was going to pop.
All for nothing.
I was to blind to see that you didn’t love me.
To blind to realize.
Everytime I’d see your face, my heart would burst into flames.
My stomach would flutter.
And my face would blush.
All, so it would just go to waste.